No, no, no. There’s more to it, isn’t there? There’s more than meets the eye… right? Tell me you’ll be there. Tell me you’ll hold on. Scream it, if you can, I need to hear you!

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Iris

From your iris
I’m left like this
Your colors more than others, now I’m by myself

If you meant this
Would you let this
Sickness inside me, now I can’t breathe

Where’s my heart
When you cried out for more
Behind the neighbor’s red door left open

Ripped apart
When I tampered with god
Was I asking a lot by hoping

Desolate dreamer without an escape
Bring out the cleaner and strap in with tape

I gotta hand it to myself
‘Cause that’s enough

Where are the wings I had
When you weren’t here

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Looking into their eyes will show how they’re feeling, but what if all you see is your own reflection? Who, then, are you reaching out to? Who, then, is really there? You’ll be fine, friend. You may feel alone, but there are many like you, feeling that same despair. Don’t give up hope. The other side doesn’t have to mean you drop off. Meet me there.